Cum Muffins & Cuban Import
So my dream last night consisted of me constantly fooling around with my ex Jill. This is definitely due to one of Ebbie’s tales of love with his ex-girlfriend. In my dream, we fool around, and I ejaculate into a muffin pan. I don’t know what came (no pun intended) of such muffins, but I hope they got their vitamins.
The last part of the dream was a newscast in which the anchors told of us being able to now bring “business containers” in and out of Cuba now. The funny thing is they showed tupperware containers instead of frigates or train cars.
I don’t know. As of late I’ve been pretty laid back about school, and I like it. The semester’s drawing to a close and I want to go out in style, chillin’. I’ve been pretty stressed out this semester by girls, school, my social life, and Turkish Club. But TIC has been going incredibly well lately, no thanks due to me. My grades have been getting better with little effort. My social life seems to be improving, at least in the number of people I talk to; but I still don’t do much.
Tomorrow is President’s Ball, and I just wanna have fun. The girl issue is completely up in the air right now and it can go in any direction. I just know that I’m not going to devote my time to a girl that doesn’t fit within my sights in what I want in a girl.
As Thanksgiving approaches and as the semester nears its end, I just hope I can maintain stability in the face of freedom and not go buck wild.
